Cynric was absent mindlessly rubbing his Brand at the mention of the pissed of Sarge. You could tell that was not something he was looking forward to. With a direction now set, he shook himself.
"Right. Can't be too many mages in a town this size."
The pirate followed after Horns, making it look like he was Company business.
As you moved into the northern district of the town, you definitely could tell that it was the more affluent section. Most of the buildings were stone in both the first and second floors. They also looked better kept up, with less rubbish laying about in the streets. It was less crowded, and the few people you saw were dressed better than average. Some had the look of a manservant or two. The looks you were getting were a cross between disgust and what are you doing in this area.
Turns out finding the mage's manor was fairly easy. It was the only one that had large, exquisitely carved gargoyles on pedestals guarding a closed and locked gate. They looked almost real and gave the impression of always watching. Behind the gate was a small exotic garden before reaching the manor itself. The plants and such were of the kind that could only thrive in the climate do to magical intervention. The manor itself was a 2 story whitewashed stone structure in the shape of a U. One section of the U looked to be a menagerie of sorts. There was no steward or footman guarding the gate.
Emri's connection was still fairly silent, almost as if blocked by strong wards or the like.